13 October 2017

i did it!

I did it, I did it, I said that I would do it and indeed I have! It was a long hard road with twists and turns, and everyone lost faith in me at some point, including my ownself, but I pulled through and I GREW OUT MY BANGS.

07 October 2017

like a school girl


It seems like Norah had to wait forever for school to start. She goes to a little preschool a couple of blocks away (right next to our old 1941 house, in fact), and we usually walk with Maggie in the stroller. Maggie still can't get used to seeing her go inside the house without us; she does her classic Maggie shrug, saying "Hey? Hey?" super confused about where Sis is going alone. Norah does not seem to mind at all, on the other hand. She doesn't seem shy about it and is always happy to go and is happy afterward. I don't get a lot of info about her time there, though. "Tell me three things about your class today." "Recess was boring, I had to go down the slide, and we ate fishy crackers." Hm. 

05 October 2017

my first pancake

Well, he's finally 7. He's been claiming it for months, so it's about time. It seems like it could just as easily by 10, but I'm glad it's just 7 for the extra three years that gives us. I saw the clouds rushing across the sky early on Wednesday, his birthday, while I was the only one awake, and it reminded me of him. Pretty fluffy clouds in a hurry to get somewhere and get something done. He is off the charts in every subject at school, including citizenship. I just want to pinch those rose petal cheeks all day, but if I did he wouldn't have time to be obsessed with riding his bike, playing with his neighbor friends, reading millions of books, playing with his new legos, writing love notes to everyone, playing basketball, eating like a teenager or running at top speed while giggling.

03 October 2017

charlotte

Charlotte is coming along nicely, if by nicely you mean several mistakes and miscommunications with the builders. Yesterday they installed windows and doors, windows and doors.


I am so excited to put toile wallpaper up in the laundry room. It's going to be awesome.

15 September 2017

gossner party


Taking the kids to the Gossner party was 101% less intimidating this year than it was last year. I don't care what all those mushy baby-lovers tell you, kids are easier the older they get. I still was done being at the party before they were, but not before we
- said hi to Nate (who was working)
- ate a big old farmer's lunch (I did, anyway)
- bounced in all the bouncy houses (They did, anyway)
- stood in line for about an hour so Norah and Calvin could ride in a little airplane ride
- got faces painted
- got balloon swords made
- got ice cream
- posed for pictures
It was awesome to see them having so much fun. It really is a privilege to spend so much time with them, doing simple things they think are amazing. (Also doing amazing things like bouncy houses.)

13 September 2017

attitude and bias

Parents I know seem to be very good these days at not bragging about their children. That old stereotype, like a few others, seems to be no longer grounded in fact. It makes me wonder then, am I more vain than the other parents, or are my kids just soooo amazing that I can't be expected to contain myself?? Calvin, for instance, is such a smart person. I know, I've said that already! He's a wonderful reader, which I don't take for granted and did not actually put any effort into at all. (Which is also a brag, I know!) He also gets when people are joking and lets them...I mean, that is a kind of intelligence some of us still struggle with. I brag about all three of my geniuses, not just him, because they are kind of superkids.

11 September 2017

oddly accurate mary poppins measurements

Prone to giggling. Doesn't put things away.


Highly stubborn and suspicious.


Rosy cheeks-- obviously.

08 September 2017

oh the places you'll read



Maggie's been into a book called "I like stars," and "Go Dog Go." I like stars happens to be a library book and happens to be missing.
Norah was on a huge Mother Goose kick, but has been branching out lately with old favorites like "Fox in Socks" and "One Naked Baby" (a classic).
Calvin cannot get enough of serieses. Seriesi? Multiple Series. Such as Magic Tree House, ABC Mysteries, Nate the Great, Famous Five, and a new one called the Calendar Mysteries. He reads about one of these chapter books a day, until he runs out.
I've been reading a few Alexander McCall Smith books in a row, and Nate finished the second Lord of the Rings pretty quick and then Gone Girl. 

07 September 2017

and as the summer's ending / the cool air

Calvin's little gang comes to get him to meet the bus about 25 minutes early. Eventually the bus comes and carries them away. At that point I'll admit the air is a little bit cool, but it doesn''t last much longer than that. So we head out immediately.
I like to get in at least 2 miles, so when Norah walks it takes about a million minutes. She either runs ahead or dawdles or climbs rocks or balances on the curb
 Or stands next to a bush of flowers taller than a tree when the surrounding fires make our air pink, and looks pretty as a doll.

01 September 2017

this mig is out of control




Remember when Maggie was not a tornado? When she didn't climb up onto chairs she shouldn't be able to climb onto and pull things off she shouldn't be able to reach? Like chef's knives? When she didn't squawk like an angry pterodactyl when you wouldn't put on the shoes she brought you? When she didn't yell "UH UH!" most of the time, but "UH HUH!" sometimes. When the only place she wanted to be wasn't between you and whatever you are doing? Especially the kitchen cabinets. Or the stairs. When she didn't slap your face and laugh? Ah. Those were the days.

28 August 2017

lake time

We didn't go to Bear Lake this year.

There, I said it. 

But Nate fixed up a canoe that has been sitting around all summer and we've taken it up to First Dam a couple of times and then we decided to go to Hyrum Dam -- also not a lake, technically, but a large body of water for playing in.


We invited Grandparents last Friday afternoon, and we brought some chicken tortellini, the canoe and the paddle board (oh! we bought a paddle board!) and played around for a couple hours. 

Calvin took some time to sit in the sand, lie in the sand, and just be alone. Norah wouldn't get in the canoe for anything--until she just wanted to. As always. Norah. And she is really tan. Maggie didn't actually get her swimsuit on, and was la petite french baby du shirtless for the evening.  

22 August 2017

end of summer


A couple of weeks ago a family moved into the townhouses across the playground with kids aged 6,7,8. As crazy as I find that age gap (!), I find it to be such a blessing for my kids. You really only need one friend, as a kid, to make a certain time special. Calvin got two brothers (the 7 & 8 year olds) and Norah got the little sister, newly 6. 

Calvin and the boys have been outside riding bikes for the last three weeks straight, with slight pauses for sleeping and watching tv. They had a secret hideout (the main pavilion) and when "the kid who pees on everything" stormed it, they got another secret hideout (the other pavilion). They talk about Harry Potter, and racing, and making spears and bow and arrows, they share popcicles and fishie crackers. The little sisters are sadly being relegated to little sister status at the moment, but that is really ok with me so they stay within sight and earshot at the playground.

It is almost exactly what I was hoping would happen when we moved here, suburbia to the max. It might even be why we decided to build right here. The first month we were here I just couldn't believe the lack of kids running wild out there-- where are all the kids? I understand many of them could be going to child care elsewhere but even in the evenings I was disappointed by the childlessness out back. My kids and the kid who pees on stuff were the only ones outside most of the time, and while I try to be open minded about my kids' friends, I was not thrilled that he was their only companion. 

I've read lots of things about kids needing time outside, unstructured, playing together without adult direction, learning playground politics, getting hurt, getting a strong immune system by interacting with germs from time to time, being slightly in danger, building stuff, and sharing popcicles. (Basically.) But of course, we sort of seek out the things we agree with, so those are the kinds of things I read about. I totally understand that every family is different and the kids have different needs, but I am really trying to figure out a way to get more of our neighbors outside (and playing with my kids...ha). As I type this, my kids are watching a movie in the dark on the last day of summer, so just take me with a grain of salt. 

21 August 2017

eclipse!

We viewed the eclipse with varying levels of enjoyment at the Gossner Factory this morning.
Some of us read.
Some of us played on the sewer lid and the gutter.
Some of us refused to put on the glasses or look skyward until it was over.


Remember the eclipse in 2012? This was basically exactly the same, and I'm sorry but I can't figure out why it was different. And by can't figure out I mean I don't know off the top of my head and haven't attempted to find out any more than just saying out loud, "So...how is this different from the one 5 years ago?"

11 August 2017

objects of affection

Calvin has Teddy.
Norah has Puppy and her cold blankie, with the occasional penguin bird.
Magnolia has my 33 year old torn and tattered in shreds baby blanket and says "uh-UH" to her others-- and a newly acquired BABEE raccoon. 

08 August 2017

one two three FOUR

This Norah dumpling gal had a birthday, shout hooray (hooray)! 
She asked for a dollhouse, a backpack, and a stick horse (!) and got all three. 
LUCK-Y.
She asked for a blueberry cake and got that too, except she did not actually try to eat any of it; not a slice, not a bite. I had plenty of it. It was delicious.
She is now four, and will finally be starting preschool in September. She is so excited and writes "N" on everything, recites Mother Goose and colors cute people with big heads and eyes.